Basically, throw all of the MCU timeline out the fucking window. Kind of. At least, throw out how the characters are stationed/acting post-The Avengers. This is the self-indulgence, wouldn't-it-be-awesome-if-everything-was-more-gay-and-worked-out, Stony fanfiction that I never finished almost three years ago. A lot has changed, both with me and the MCU. If you just want to read the self-indulgence, then read on. If you want the slightly more true to the MCU, skip to the next chapter. This might be the last update (on either versions) for the next three years so please don't get attached. Oh, also, Team Cap.

Tony gazed at the man he once considered a friend, and now considered much more. He slid the papers to Steve gently and watched Steve uncap Tony's own pen. Watched Steve sign and wanted to scream at him for making him fall in love so quickly.

"So, it's done." Steve capped the pen and leaned towards Tony with a smile.

"He's all ours. Well, legally, anyway." Steve chuckled and started to walk out with the papers. "I'll see you at dinner."

Steve turned to kiss Tony's cheek and nodded in acknowledgment before walking out.

It took Tony three weeks of dating to bring it up. Three months to convince Steve to do it. And only three minutes for Peter to agree, with two of those minutes full of Tony's ramblings. It helped that Tony knew people who could speed legal documents along-hey, he wasn't Captain America, he could still pull strings-and three months and three weeks since he brought it up, Peter Parker was now the adopted son of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

Steve had told Tony that Three Months Anniversary gifts were usually crappier than adopting a son when he finally agreed. Tony still doesn't know how to follow it up for their Six Months.

Tony stood a few feet away from the kitchen's blueprinted boundaries, the smell of onions and grease signaled his arrival and Steve looked away from the cabinets.

Steve quirked an eyebrow, a silent order to sit down or help out. Tony chose the latter. They moved with each other to bring the two greasy bags of food, plates, napkins, glasses, and drinks to the table.

As Steve set down Tony's glass he whispered, "It's going to be great."

Steve sat down next to Tony, the elevator door opened and Peter walked into the kitchen.

"Burgers? Hell yeah!" Peter exclaimed once the familiar smell hit him. He sank down at the seat across from Steve and Tony and tore open a wrapped cheeseburger.

Tony watched Peter take a massive bite and observed woefully, "Oh, to be young again and unafraid of heartburn."

Steve laughed and handed Tony a hamburger while taking a cheeseburger for himself. They sat in comfortable silence, besides the noises of chewing and wrappers. Once everyone was at least two burgers in, Peter cleared his throat.

"So, what do I can you guys now?" Peter looked up. "Pops and papa?"

Steve and Tony both bite back laughter. Tony spoke first, "I, personally, think that would be hilarious and I am on board with calling Steve 'pops'."

"Oh, so you're fine with being 'papa', Tony?" Steve reminded him.

Tony shook his head.